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  • Round 1: Herc Keido vs Shigo Seikatsu

    Wandering the snowy tundra, a former god and a teacher find themselves in a city with a history as rich as gold.

    Match will end in three weeks unless finished before hand

    Location: Whiterun



  • #2
    Herc walked through the main gates of Whiterun, having teleported to the Hold from between Rorikstead and Fort Greymoor. As he entered the city itself, he could feel a tension in the air. The Civil War had ended some time ago, with the rise of Kartonus The Legend working alongside Athalos the Last Dragonborn. Indeed, the Empire was Reforged, under a new Tiber Septim-like entity that also used the Thu'um, alongside a Dragonborn who led the Nords of Skyrim itself. The Aldmeri Dominion sued for peace, and all it cost them was the Thalmor. Of course, in a cruel irony, not all of them were exterminated, many of them survived in hiding. Not unlike their rivals the Blades had, which was especially a bitter pill for the survivors to take, one would imagine.

    And yet the Merchant City of Skyrim was still held in a tense feeling not known since the return of the Dragons. Herc knew already something was off, and while his shotgun was hidden in his trenchcoat, it wasn't too far away from his grip at all......
    A Shadow is merely Darkness in the presence of Light





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    • #3
      Shigo Seikatsu had been meditating.

      One might even call it praying.

      Oftentimes, the line was blurred. First came the baptism by water. Then, by flame. Then, by steel and shadow. It all sort of melded as one within the man now. If one could still deign to call him man.

      He'd been hovering cross-legged with his hands turned upright together above a bright green meadow, the warm wind flowing through his grayed stubble and salt and pepper long hair. It all had faded away in the depths of his mind, neither man nor the world had form anymore. Then, when the wind carried a cold chill and bit into his scarred flesh he knew his meditation session had ended. A pity, he had only been at it for nineteen hours. He continued, trying to ignore the icy breeze. The storms had brought rain, snow, even natural disasters down around him in the past when meditating, when under prayer, or when practicing any number of the religious trials that had taxed his flesh and his spirit. He'd weather each storm and proceed. So, Shigo kept his eyes closed. But, still..... this...? It was... different. The formless void had become dramatically colder. There was no gradual change. Why would that be?

      In the depths of his mind, he suddenly understood it all like lightning come to rend the very heavens. An awakening from tranquility. Let there be light.

      His eyes drifted open softly, blue as the sky above Tamriel. The vast, sprawling city of Whiterun lay before him. He was still hovering cross-legged. He felt the gentle snowfall on his shoulders and gazed upon the alien residents of the world of Nirn that went about their daily lives. A lighthearted sigh of relief washed over him as he noticed his breath, suddenly visible in Whiterun's climate. Shigo's aura reacted ever so slightly to the glacial air, tempering it and comforting him. A warm smile graced his gentle features.

      "And there was light," he uttered softly into this brave new world.
      Brother! Your crusade IS OVER!!

      NO...!!

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      • #4
        Herc walked among the market stalls of the Plains District, hoping to hear about why there was such tension in the city from idle chatter among the merchants. Unfortunately, all he heard was local gossips and rumors, nothing that would account for the tension that he could feel. There WAS talk from one apparently high-level noble who often mouthed off about his superiority of going to the Cloud District often but it seemed like it was just a general dislike as opposed to anything more concrete like a possible uprising. At any rate, Herc knew Whiterun was one of the more stable holds, power-wise. It wasn't well known for such drastic changes. So that may mean that the artifact he was after was near, or at least had been recently so. Perhaps Herc would have better odds outside the city itself, where the Khajiit caravans often settled just outside the city walls. It makes for as good a place as any to get information at least.

        And so Herc began to walk towards the main gates again. Herc crossed his arms again as he thought to himself, frowning slightly. "Hmm.....normally the Tournament Holders put two warriors close together. Wonder why I haven't seen the other one yet...."
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        • #5
          Shigo gently touched his feet to the ground. His outfit consisted of a loose fitting raiment, colored black and white strikingly similar to the yin-yang symbol. It was basic, and carried with it no symbolism or meaning other than the implicit meaning of the combined elements of his age, disposition and attire combined. He was clearly an "enlightened" individual. To what end, though, would be unclear. His numerous tattoos were not visible, however, he was marked riddled with dozens of religious tattoos. Some seemed religious in nature but were enigmatic in origin and/or meaning. In the truest of contradictions, there were also nearly identical tattoos except inverted, indicating a corruption of the very same principles. It was hard to distinguish which came first, even for Shigo. Time was a flat circle and he did not know which cycle he was in. His entire existence often contradicted itself. He had made peace with that. Life is often filled with these poetic ironies and hypocrisy, even among the wise.

          He stared at the two cardinal tattoos on the back of his hands as he calmly sauntered against the bustling tide in Whiterun, moving unknowingly towards the city gates. On his left hand, an elaborate marble cross impressed against his deeply tanned skin with angel wings on the crossbars that opened up in grandiose fashion. The wings carried themselves onto his fingers, heavenly feathers drifting away towards his fingernails, whiter than the gently falling snow of Nirn. His right also possessed a tattoo on the back of his hand: an inverted cross creeping towards his scarred wrist. This cross, blacker than obsidian, produced an almost hypnotic ability to reflect or even absorb all light that it touched. This dark, ominous symbol played host to a large scaled serpent that coiled around the base and furled around the crossbars. It appeared to be staring out of Shigo's flesh with its piercing red eyes as twin burning, angrily hissing coals. The bottom of the cross faded into dead rose petals as drowned in darkness as the insidious, tainted symbol. They fell gracelessly up Shigo's calloused right arm and under the sleeve of his garment. To many who had seen them, these "dead rose petals" had actually been interpreted as the carnage of once angelic wings.

          Shigo's opinion on whether they were dead rose petals or shredded wings was always changing over time. However upon seeing these particular tattoos, the one thing he knew for certain was his particular Nen affinity. He should have guessed as much given the Biblical verses that echoed from the deepest parts of his subconscious during the transition into this foreign realm of God; a veritable wintry paradise. The teacher didn't know why this phenomena sometimes transformed the signs. It had occurred enough at this point in his life that he knew what his this particular set would grant him though. His natural Nen affinity was as a Specialist - extremely rare - but, his technique altered with the symbols. Seikatsu also knew what he was here for even if his motivations for it were unique and unpredictable compared to the "others". If he could help it he must avoid using his ability. Above all, Shigo embodied peace as a teacher that granted unique energies to those who were unfamiliar with them... which oddly happened to be everyone he ever came into contact with. The moment in which Nen had awoken in him happened so long ago that he had gained mastery over it. He didn't care about personal ideologies or what an individual was guilty or not guilty of. So long as someone was willing to learn, he was willing to teach, regardless of intent.

          He desires to share the gift of nirvana. Or, apparently in this case, salvation.

          Closing his icy blue eyes while continuing to move at a careful and measured pace, his aura intensified. Not enough for combat - doing so would instantly end his life - but, enough to get a feel for any exceptional entities within this massive, sprawling metropolis in Skyrim. Whoever they were, they did not possess a traditional "aura" as he knew it, nor the ability to use Nen. That was both soothing and troublesome. How is he to locate this individual? It is paramount. But there are so many people here. Whiterun is vast. This endeavor is akin to discovering the proverbial needle in an almost immeasurable haystack.

          I need to see them. To understand. To learn. To listen. Then, judgment. And perhaps, salvation. Yes... yes. Salvation...

          The word "judgment" had the Nen Master's eyes to greet the light and meet the hexing, sinister gaze of the ghastly scaled serpent on his right hand. With the word "salvation", he redirected his glance to the glowing wings emblazoned on his left that gently hummed in harmony with Nirn's sun. Either way, this individual had most likely come for personal gain. In a case like this, it often clashes with his own motive and erupts into unwanted and unnecessary violence.

          What a shame...

          Carefully avoiding physical contact with the natives, Shigo Seikatsu's eyes close once more with a light smile and a sigh at the thought. He continues weaving fatefully toward the main gates of Whiterun, as if being drawn to them by forces unknown.
          Brother! Your crusade IS OVER!!

          NO...!!

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          • #6
            Once Herc opened the gate and walked through, pushing the large doors with a single hand with absolute effortlessness, he instantly drew his eyes on a man that stood out extensively. His very scent was not of this realm, and Herc could tell easily enough of that with his own enhanced senses. With a smirk, Herc closed the door and approached the apparent monk, crossing his arms as he looked over the man. "Of all places to find someone who seeks Nirvana, I didn't expect to see one in Tamriel. There was never even a Buddha-equivalent in history as I understand it. Perhaps in the future, who knows, but not currently as I know now."
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            • #7
              Shigo's icy eyes opened and he stared at the man who had abruptly addressed him. The cold winds of Skyrim lashed about. Was this fate? Were we drawn together? Am I being tempted?

              He crossed his arms as to disguise the marks on his hands, while carefully making sure they didn't touch one another. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. Herc inadvertently gave him context that Shigo lacked about the world of Nirn.

              "Thank you." Shigo began and bowed with humility and appreciation. "It appears a serpent has made his way into the garden, though I know not who they are, nor the nature and intent of what they tempt us with." Shigo pontificated, rubbing his stubble. "Are they malevolent or simply an enigmatic force? What do they offer, if not enlightenment? What power is there that can give a man that? If it cannot, then how is it truly power?" He paused as his mind wondered and drifted, aware that this "man" shared a mutual knowledge regarding these strange circumstances. Although, perhaps he knew more than Shigo, as he seemed to be familiar with the nature of this world and its history, unlike the holy man. Shigo Seikatsu posed many interesting yet somewhat rhetorical questions, though he was interested in this individual's response should they decide one appropriate. "Is the seduction of greater ability an illusion meaning to shackle us to the wrath of an unknown entity? Shall we freely consume and thereby risk being consumed by the acquisition of greatness and find our eyes irreversibly opened to a dreadful fate that we cannot escape? Although we all seek truth, how can we trust something so unknown to gift us that without wanting anything in return? Perhaps it seeks violence as payment." The idea frustrated him. "Anything that desires payment in blood knows only war, hatred and sorrow." He sighed lightheartedly, sounding more philosopher than a man of God.

              "Those are the things I wonder, dear kindred spirit. And I know not as well. Although I pursue truth in all things, I have often found only lies. The truth does not care about our beliefs, our religions, our strength. It does not care for our governments, our politics, our petty conflicts. And every lie inflicts a debt. The truth shall wait indefinitely - but its dispassionate judgment will inevitably come to collect its toll. If this is indeed a duplicitous charade, then what is the cost of blind faith and acceptance in this most magnificent of lies?" Shigo ended his speculation about the greater forces at work here. He cleared his throat. "As for nirvana..." Shigo grinned ear-to-ear, his eyes closing, a strange radiance about him. "I've always sought it, just as it seeks me. It seeks everyone, as all life contains a soul striving for peace; both within and without. In it we may find judgment and salvation. But, I regret to inform you my appearance has misled you on one thing, that much I do know: I am no Buddhist - at least, not in this cycle." He nodded, gesturing a meter or two away at a less trafficked spot near the gates. He sat down there, folding his legs and breathing with a slow, deep rhythm. Regardless of whether or not Herc joined him, Shigo would remain; despite how potentially awkward that might seem.

              "Please, if I may inquire, how does your path to salvation lead you to me here? What is it you want on this sacred land "Tamriel" that you kindly informed me the name of? Who or what might be worth risking all that I have speculated on to be possible in exchange for the promise of an idyllic power that is deceptive by its very nature?" Shigo was satisfied with the lack of locals in the spot he chose for discourse. "If you would please sit with me, we may learn of our mutual truth. I would like to hear yours, as you may come to know mine. That, my fellow seeker, is all the enlightenment I seek from Tamriel and her supernatural sponsors." Shigo chuckled warmly among the falling snow, his gentle aura gracing him in a mild glow. He knew just as men evolve so does their own personal worldview, but, he had spoke enough about the existential nature of such matters. He looked into the white and blue sky much like his own. He is defenseless, as the clouds drift gently. The sun cracks through washing Nirn in Her glory.

              No place is perfect. However, this place contains a beauty and its own light. This soothes my heart. I hope all these mortals discover their path and wherever it may take them.
              Brother! Your crusade IS OVER!!

              NO...!!

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              • #8
                "Path of Salvation? Heh, no such thing for me, sir. I don't seek salvation, I seek the Balance. To that end, there are artifacts spread across all of Creation that hold phenomonal power, some with too much to allow to be freely left in just any hands. The biggest issue is that those that have set up these conflicts so often escape justice from the chaos they spread. Hopefully those who I help will be able to find more effective ways to find and stop them from doing so but until then these Tournament Hosts will likely get over on us in this. And yet, it seems they will not get what they want from us right now. Normally, they would require a fight to happen."

                Herc sat down with Shigo, smirking as he crossed his arms. "You show an impressive amount of trust in a stranger here, I must say. You don't even know my name but you will surrender almost your entire defense in the face of it. But part of me senses not all of your defense is down. Wise, if perhaps not as as defensive as I would have chosen to be personally." Herc shrugged, closing his own eyes as he looked around, noting that some of the travelers to Whiterun would stop for a moment to see the two men speaking while sitting on the ground before heading off on whatever business they had. "Well at any rate, it seems there will be no conflict here. However, I would warn you that it is not guaranteed that there will be others like me who will not target you on sight. I would ask that you keep your wits about you, you seem like a nice enough guy that I'd prefer you didn't die."
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                • #9
                  Shigo smirked, both at the questions Herc didn't answer as well as the ones he did. "Forgive me for saying so, but, you do seek salvation. Just not in the way your current frame of mind is interpreting it," Shigo gestured at each of his arms as he carefully, delicately exposed them from his sleeves. The left providing a heavenly, soothing feel. Comforting. The right providing a dark, gutwrenching sensation if one looked into the burning red eyes of the serpent too long. Both beautiful and haunting in their own ways, and both representing the Cycle that Shigo Seikatsu was currently in. Shigo paused, smiling warmly at Herc upon him sitting down. Becoming distracted for but a moment, the right arm's malevolence would quickly unleash a torrent of Ren upon exposure to the light that inherently contained a hint of bloodlust. Not Shigo's bloodlust, but, the raw fury contained within the Hell of the Abrahamic religions. Shigo did not want to prolong its exposure to any of the people of Whiterun - nor Herc Keido - to it, for they were untrained in the path of Nen and it could devastate them mentally. "Forgive me if you were just touched with a feeling of uneasiness or even hostility. It was unintended and something I cannot control with this right arm of mine. That is the burden I wield in this Cycle." He carefully hid them again within his sleeves and crossed his arms in casual fashion. He continued on as he had before.

                  "Your salvation lies in this 'Balance' you speak of. Otherwise, why seek it? Salvation comes in many forms. Mine lies in the Cycles that have imbued themselves upon my body. As I said, we all seek peace, truth and salvation... in our own way. That's why I became a teacher of great power. Of Nen. I studied each religion on my homeworld to the point of fanaticism over my many lifetimes, through each of my many Cycles. They were all wrapped in their own truth - or at least, the pursuit of it. However, they also presented their own contradictions and fallacies that showed me they could not contain one universal truth. None of them could and it was foolish of me to expect that. Every institution has a destiny of failure, religion is no different." Shigo gestured towards his torso at many hidden marks, radiant and warm as ever, despite the topic being somewhat grisly. "My body is scarred with the acceptance and rejection of all of these ideals, a contradiction in terms, as all life is. I believe enlightenment is found in the gray areas; and by meeting unique individuals such as yourself I further my own understanding of those areas. As for death, well, I do not fear death, for dying would prove that my philosophy has failed. Worry not for my safety, as kind as it is for you to say so. I am capable of defending myself if that is what I must do."

                  His smirk turned into a coy smile, a glint in his striking eyes that hinted at a playful side to the holy man. "You do not possess the ability to access even the most basic fundamentals of Nen but you did sense that my defenses were not completely waylaid. Fascinating." He rubbed his stubble again. "This is true, although completely unintentional. My aura cannot be fully deactivated unless I consciously force a state of Zetsu. Although, I must tell you, that is part of my self-imposed restriction. I cannot openly act defensive, I cannot strike first, I cannot instigate a fight, nor can I show aggression. I cannot be passive aggressive. Nor do I desire to be any of these things to anybody, no matter how awful an individual you or I may view them. I will always try to dissuade violence. Many years ago I put these restrictions upon my powers so I could never stray from my own path. I adhere to the ideal that violence is a last resort and from it comes nothing positive. If I had attempted to strike out unprovoked, my own Nen would backfire and my internal organs would rupture, killing me instantly." He grinned despite the morbidity of the statement.

                  "That is why I sat down and gave up all of my potential defenses - other than the unconscious defense that my aura inherently provides as a result of these extreme restrictions. If I remained standing, I would be signaling to you that I could be prepared to strike or that I was prepared for a battle... which would make you more likely to strike first and for a fight to erupt. I wish to dissuade violence at all costs. Especially when collateral damage is taken into account." He reiterated, nodding towards Whiterun. "To that end, it disgusts me that we were placed here. I am grateful you are so caring and reasonable, sir, thank you. Our mutual peace has ensured no lives are wasted because of these "tournament hosts" and their obsession with violence. They will get what is coming to them, do not worry." He looked up in the sky again for a moment, pausing.

                  "The wheel of justice moves ever so slowly at times. But it will rotate as the truth incurs new debts from the lies told by these "Tournament Hosts" that have orchestrated this chaos. Eventually, the wheel will pulverize them. That is nature and nature is inevitable. It might take a long time... we may not even live to see it... but, whoever set all of this up will face judgment. By whose hands it remains to be seen. Nothing holds onto power forever. That is why I do not trust those that freely offer it in the form of some great "artifact". What you say is true: some individuals are less capable than others to wield such potent devices. But I do not believe it is our jurisdiction to decide that. Power often judges its wielder accordingly. If exposed as unworthy, it becomes a curse and inflicts their demise. Said demise will be expedited by the degree of their incompetence. Their newfound power will become their unmaker. In this, the universe tends to provide its own balance." It was then amidst Shigo's philosophical ramblings that he remembered what Herc originally said about "The Balance", chewing on the thought for a long moment before he continued. Even as he continued to speak the thought tumbled around in his busy mind.

                  Shigo gestured towards the people of Whiterun slightly awkwardly with his left hand, going out of his way to avoid pointing such a dark and insidious symbol at them that was branded on his right. "These people all contain a fragment of enlightenment within. That is why your name - and theirs - was of little consequence to me. It has no bearing on your soul. It is but a label. Though I suspect this is not the last we will see of one another. So, in this case, labels carry some... pragmatic value." He paused briefly again - one of his unique characteristics - before bowing his head slightly. "My name is Shigo Seikatsu. It is an honor to meet you. If I may ask, what is your name? And... furthermore, this idea of 'Balance' that you claimed to be what drives you as a fellow seeker," he paused again, considering his choice of words, "please, I would like to hear what that means - at length - if you would continue to be so kind to a stranger. I believe we may have similar goals in mind." Shigo smiled, finally shutting up. Although he droned on at times, a lot of what gave the impression that he was long-winded was the considerable pauses in between his thoughts. As if he was doing everything he could to show politeness and love towards another individual.
                  Brother! Your crusade IS OVER!!

                  NO...!!

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                  • #10
                    "My name is Hercules Keido, but I prefer to be called Herc. I am the son of Daemon Keido, the Alpha of Kelevra Pack. As for the idea of Balance.....it is a far greater thing than an idea, it is a fundamental force of Reality. I am part of an organization, known as Equilibrium, and our duty is to ensure the Balance is maintained as best it can be. No one force in Creation must have advantage, or else the instability will cause dramatic damage to the fabric of reality. We are made up of saints and sinners alike. the heroic and the villainous are both acquired to aid in the Balance. I have done both great good and great evil in its name. Not everyone in our group is so flexible in understanding, but they are not required to see the parts that would upset their standards."

                    Herc settled against the stone wall beside Shigo as they looked across the path to where people came and went from the city. "My own understanding of things comes from an elevated standard, as I was once God of Reality. I knew and was responsible for much of Creation, including the Balance. And of things beyond the Balance as well.....but I keep hands-off on those matters since I stepped down from my divinity. At any rate, I serve to protect the Balance so I don't really need to know what the Light or any of the others are planning. If they prevent the Balance from acting as it should, only then will it become a concern of mine."
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                    • #11
                      Shigo maintained a long pause after Herc Keido finished speaking. He rubbed his stubble carefully with his left hand, beautiful angel wings emblazoned on it humming in the sunlight. The snow fell gently on them. He had listened intently and internalized much of it. He thought on his words, and thought some more. He wasn't sure how much time had passed before he finally had selected the words to respond with.

                      "It is a great boon to me to be able to meet you, Herc Keido, son of Daemon." Shigo bowed slightly with utmost respect from his seated and cross-legged position. "So, you are not your brother's keepers, that is good..." He said quietly, stroking his stubble and chewing on his words, "I can see how that would be a potentially dangerous predicament in your situation. Revenge for your fallen comrades and accountability for those who are outside of your personal jurisdiction is a great recipe to undo the foundations of your own organization's stated intent. Besides, who is really to say what is objectively good or evil?" Shigo gently rubbed his elongated earlobes akin to that of a Buddhist, pierced with various studs and circular shaped ornaments, a reminder of his past. He, of course, had heard the bit about being a "God of Reality" and although he wasn't sure if that was to be taken literally, he addressed it with seriousness all the same. The audacity of the claim certainly meant some mutual trust had been forged, even if Shigo... wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Was it truth? Was it simply Herc's truth? Or was it a universal one on the scale of this "Balance" that Herc represented?

                      "Your ideals are indeed noteworthy to a man like me," he grinned, pausing momentarily and continuing, "though I do not think any institution or organization can lay claim to what is and is not balanced, nor enforce those as absolutes. Balance is achieved within the innermost workings of one's soul. Though, perhaps I misunderstand your fundamental goal on a more... grand scale, perhaps?" Shigo breathed deep. "You wish to enforce Balance on a universe? That is a mighty undertaking. I cannot see your duty to that ever ending." He shook his head. What an undertaking indeed. "I do not envy your position in that most tiresome and mighty station, even if I disagree with the scale of the premise. On a personal level I believe we agree on most things so far." He sighed with a smile, the snows of Skyrim comforting him. He didn't get enough snow back home. "God of Reality..." he chewed on that for a moment. "I cannot claim I know what that even means. Reality is a fickle thing, no?" Shigo Seikatsu laughed, a hearty laugh that seemingly came out of nowhere. Reality. Perspective. Ever changing and always enigmatic to a man like him. "You claim to have conducted Creation itself? The Heavens and the Earth? Or is that a different domain? Regardless, that would make you a God. Then, what is a God if he can become mortal?" Shigo paused once more. "And, the biggest looming question in my mind... why forsake a position of such great importance? Was there no more Heaven to construct, no more Earth to forge? Is there another that rules in your stead? And what about helping maintain this "Balance" was more important to you on a cosmological level than being the 'God of Reality'? Both occupations sound a heavy burden. What made one worth giving up for the other? Or, if I may be so bold to ask, was it not your choice?"

                      Shigo would pause again, realizing he was asking many questions. He only wanted to fit one more in before yielding Herc adequate time to speak on them. "I apologize for being so long-winded and I thank you for the answers you have provided so far, of course, you may ask anything you wish of me. It's rare that I come across a self-professed deity. My last question... what is "the Light" as you mentioned it in passing and who are the others?"
                      Brother! Your crusade IS OVER!!

                      NO...!!

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                      • #12
                        "I haven't needed to be my brothers or sister's keeper before now, don't see why they'd need me to do so now. My family are all strong fighters whose convictions will outlast every star in the sky. Well, not these stars because they aren't actually stars but that's a discussion for another time." Herc smirked back to Shigo before the monk began again.

                        Herc laughed at how Shigo considered his job being unending, nodding after he controlled himself. "Yeah, I don't expect to retire anytime soon from this job. But work you are passionate about is hardly work now is it?"

                        "Reality, a fickle thing? Honestly, I hadn't thought about it like that, it was just something I saw all the time. As for conducting Creation, I think it's more accurate to say I maintained an existing thing that generally speaking didn't require alot of direct action. As for what a God is if he can become mortal......Well I have no real set lifespan as such. My dad is over a thousand years old and still looks like he is in the prime of his life. We can die, sure.....but I don't know if that alone qualifies us as Mortal." Herc shrugged as he spoke. "I leave such metaphysical questions to people like you, who are more able to answer them. At any rate, there are an infinite amount of Creation to create and maintain. I simply.....felt too seperated from my charge to properly care for it, if it makes sense. I was not born a God, I was made one after my predecessor's retirement. And my successor was made the God in my retirement. It was always my choice how long I acted as God of Reality, but if I am honest with myself over what exactly made me choose to step down.....I missed my family. I didn't see my father or siblings or my uncle as often as I would like, even though defense of the Balance is essentially a family business. And for a Lycan, family is everything. More than for most humans, but I couldn't explain the differences in ways that would make the difference matter."

                        Herc settled back against the wall. "As for the other factions...." Herc looked back to Shigo with a smirk. "I'm afraid you'll just have to learn about them firsthand. Some things need more than a small speech to be understood."
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                        • #13
                          Shigo's longer pauses afforded Herc the chance to speak while the monk gnawed on his own words and next thoughts silently, all the while paying his utmost attention to Herc's words. He smiled and nodded in appreciation as he spoke, and smiled as Herc broke out in laughter at his suggestion. Ah, the sound of laughter. It is not often that an old holy man like myself can inspire that. Though, I assume this Herc is quite possibly older than even myself.

                          Shigo rubbed his white stubble, his salt-and-pepper long, smooth hair blowing in the icy winds of Skyrim as his aura hummed gently, continuing to keep him warm. At this point in his cycle, a little more salt than pepper, perhaps. Although he knew it wasn't really a warm, summer breeze, it felt like that on his skin. His icy eyes regained their gaze towards the heavens as he thought on Herc's last responses; a long pause, before he finally responded and made eye contact with his supposed "foe". He wasn't too interested in maintaining a stare at a beautiful sky with fake stars anyway.

                          "I am no human. At least, I do not think so. Not anymore." He thought paused. "...was I ever?" He paused again, a curious look taking over his face as his eyes, looking downward slightly, flickered back and forth for the briefest of moments. "I cannot remember. It was so long ago." He paused and regained his warm smile and glow, maintaining eye contact with Herc again as Herc leaned against the walls of Whiterun. "You were a mortal that was elevated, then, how fascinating... who was your predecessor, your father Daemon, I presume? And your successor, if I may be so bold as to inquire? And who was the first of these "Gods", were they the proprietors of creation?" Shigo leaned back, eager to learn these answers even if they had no personal bearing on his own reality. He took a long pause as he assumed a meditating stance while sitting. Although, he was not actually meditating, of course. This was simply a more natural state for him to sit and allowed his aura to "breathe" a little more fluidly.

                          "Family... is indeed important. It makes a mark on everyone's life, whether they wish to acknowledge it or not. My own family... I..." for the first time, his expression changed to a somber one. This pause was not one born of his natural eccentricity and articulation. It was born from a place of shame and pain. Judgment. "My siblings... my parents..." an awkward smile crept over his face, almost slightly disturbed. "There's no point in dwelling in the past, though. What's done is done. You must know that yourself, given your wealth of... experiences." He believed his own words and he had moved on a long time ago, but, whenever the subject came up he was reminded of it and needed a moment to discard the thoughts. The devilish markings on his right arm seemed to grow more malicious under the robe to the point that he had worried even Herc might sense them despite his complete lack of experience or knowledge of Nen. However, this wouldn't have lasted long, as Shigo Seikatsu suppressed them and brought his own inner equilibrium back into check and the evil suppressed. Salvation. Balance.

                          "Indeed. Words can only explain so much. Real context comes from experience. I'm sure I will grow a better understanding in the days to come. I am eager to meet them! Even if they are not so eager to meet me." Shigo chuckled warmly, almost fully pulled out of his momentary lapse.

                          Brother! Your crusade IS OVER!!

                          NO...!!

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                            "Nah, my dad wasn't my predecessor. The man who I succeeded never told me his real name. I just called him Steve, which he never had a problem with. As to my successor, it is a woman named Tetracali. She was born of the gods herself. I think she had stewardship of shepards or something to that effect. She has done a very good job in my retirement, I must say." Herc shrugged at Shigo's next question. "Honestly I don't know who was the first. I'm not even sure how many there have been since the first. I only ever knew my immediate predecessor and my successor. And according to my predecessor, that has been the case for quite some time. No idea why."

                            As Herc saw Shigo's face quickly take on a visage of regrets and quickly shifted it aside, the Lycan chose not to remark on it. He knew well that such pain was not easily dealt with and so chose to let it slide. "Yeah, I get it. I've lived for over six hundred years now, and that much time causes you to see alot of shit. And for the record, yes that is part of my natural lifetime, my status of God of Reality never empowered my longevity any. At least, in no obvious way my natural Lycan bloodline didn't also do."
                            A Shadow is merely Darkness in the presence of Light





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